in a room with a typewriter, they will eventually produce shakespeare. that's how the saying goes isn't it? i need to get me some monkeys.
there are so many stories in the world. everyone has one. everyone is one. everyone is 2348723048239047. i need just one.
i people watch all the time. i eavesdrop. and i observe. and i chuckle to myself about how silly humans are. but nothing is coming to me right now.
random word generator to the rescue?
leap: by the time heather was six, no one would play leap frog with her anymore. billy was the last one on the block to play leap frog with her. she was five and three quarters and he had just turned four. it was the summer before she was about to start first grade. so far, this sounds like a first grader wrote it- the sentences are so juvenile. and is it just me or are there strangely ominous potentially sexual undertones, which i didn't intend. ay caramba!
exclusive: the sunset unfurls its majestic red hues for the stars to make their appearance. and the stars, true to their nature, are forever fashionably late so he isn't worried that they aren't there yet, gracing the red carpet. he knows how the night will go: the stars will step out of their sleek black vehicles and people will stare. of course people stare. the stars are beautiful and enticing, he can't help but stare either. they love the attention. story about the man on the moon? i think his name would be stan. stan is the man on the moon. but what about him? so what? what kind of person is stan? where's the tension, the dissonance that sparks a story? does he fall in love with one of the stars? does the star love him back? are the stars literally going to be fiery balls of gas? can i write three to five pages about it? or maybe one of the stars loves him but he's in love with a human down below on earth. and they are literally star-crossed lovers?
kaleidoscope: what a great word. whee, colors! i don't know where to go with this, so many options! there could be a significant literal kaleidoscope. or a symbolic literal one? or a metaphorical one. a big one, a small one, a red one, a green one... it should be set somewhere depressing and bleak- like the great depression?
prerequisite: he had always considered himself particularly proficient in the creation of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. he prided himself in understanding the delicate balance between the timidity of jelly and the overpowering nature of peanut butter. over the years, he had worked out that the perfect ratio for peanut butter to jelly was simply 2:3. now that he was starting fifth grade, he could practically make himself a perfect pb&j in his sleep. where is this going? i do not know.
1 comments:
Try writing about something that actually happened to you? Start it out as nonfiction?
It's always easy to write about things that have actually happened because we don't need to be creative and people can blab about themselves for pages but it won't necessarily be good.
Then as you get going with the prewriting and the first draft, you'll realize how boring real life is and you'll start to make stuff up and before you know it it'll be fiction! Because seriously, made up stuff is way more interesting than real stuff. (And I've always suspected that most really good fiction isn't entirely fictitious.)
That's what works for me at least.
=) Good luck!
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